Snooze Towers

Wow.

Flute-Playing Goats

What I learned today:

My negative expectations of people's response to me has much more to do with me than with them.

It's great to laugh at things that a few months ago would have made me go three rounds with myself in my head.

Irritability does not last forever.

Trust my instincts when I feel like my boundaries are being crossed.

Picasso painted flute-playing goats at Antibes. I saw a picture on the wall at the doctor's office.

Stand Up and Be Imperfect

The past few days have been a time of being grateful for my ability to act authentically and to acknowledge that there's always another chance to do the next right thing.

A good reminder from Mr. Sponsorpants:

I am learning to pray and trust the words that come out of my mouth.

The truth is a couple flights down

I am grateful for

Trusting my guiding voice, which lies under a couple layers of fear.

Being able to speak at my own pace.

A meeting to go to tomorrow.

Somedays, especially days after having a therapy session that includes uncomfortable things, I feel like a turd. Today had the potential to be that, but it wasn't. I shared at a very small meeting and felt quite good about it. There's an older woman I see at meetings who says "fuck" a lot. I like to see her at meetings.

I saw some pictures from the start of Ramadan, like this one from the Boston Globe:

I felt like finding out more about Ramadan, so I looked it up and found this great statement from Colorado State website: " There are as many meanings of Ramadan as there are Muslims." Generalizations don't work here, as they don't really in life, generally. This syncs with the Al-Anon idea that everyone has their own higher power. The phrase that's running through my mind now is "I know home when I see it." That's what being with my higher power in the place where I live feels like. I can resist it, but I know home when I see it. I need a time set aside to focus on spirituality. Ramadan is a very fitting reminder of that.